Reborn : Space Intelligent Woman

Chapter 2862: Chapter 2862: Still To Struggle But Failed

Long Hui, however, paid absolute zero mind to Wong Fu Siang’s pathetic weeping and thrashing. He calmly extended his pale, heavy hand toward the man’s forehead, fully preparing to initiate the Soul Search.

Wong Fu Siang wildly twisted his neck and thrashed his head side to side, trying desperately to dodge Long Hui’s reaching palm. He could not let that hand touch his head. Unfortunately for him, he was completely trapped with nowhere to run.

Noticing Wong Fu Siang’s annoying, spastic movements, Yu Qi frowned in slight irritation. She had zero desire to sit around watching a grown monster throw a frantic temper tantrum. She turned her gaze toward Dian Sang Mu and Dian Cang Ye.

“You two, hold his arms down flat. I will stabilise his head.” Yu Qi commanded crisply.

“Allow me to hold him.” Dian Zin Fang offered immediately, stepping up.

The three strong men moved into action without missing a beat.

Dian Sang Mu and Dian Cang Ye each pinned one of Wong Fu Siang’s bloody wrists down onto the floorboards with crushing grip strength. Meanwhile, Dian Zin Fang stepped up behind him, planting his heavy palms firmly against the sides of Wong Fu Siang’s head, locking his skull in a vice-like grip so he could not twitch a single millimetre.

Wong Fu Siang’s eyes bulged in pure, unadulterated panic.

“NOOO—! STOP! DON’T DO IT—!” Wong Fu Siang shrieked hysterically.

Dian Zin Fang, who was holding his head in place, instantly knitted his brows in deep annoyance.

The monster’s shrieking was deafeningly shrill, making an already tedious task infinitely more grating than it needed to be.

Without wasting a single fraction of a second, Dian Zin Fang sharply flicked his wrists, ruthlessly dislocating Wong Fu Siang’s lower jaw on the spot.

CRACK!

A sickening, crisp pop rang through the room.

Wong Fu Siang’s eyes widened in sheer shock as explosive pain shot through his face. His jaw hung open at an unnatural, broken angle, instantly stripping him of his ability to form coherent words or scream. He could not make another intelligible sound if his life depended on it.

Yu Qi was momentarily taken aback by Dian Zin Fang’s swift, brutal efficiency, but she certainly did not offer a single word of criticism.

Truth be told, she had already been thoroughly fed up with Wong Fu Siang’s ear-splitting shrieks. If Dian Zin Fang had not acted first, she would have stepped forward and broken his jaw herself.

At the very least, the room was finally blessed with a quiet atmosphere once again.

Wong Fu Siang’s eyes went wide. That was the only part of his body he could still move at that moment. All of his limbs were firmly held down by the others, leaving him completely unable to struggle or escape.

Long Hui stepped forward and immediately placed his heavy hand onto Wong Fu Siang’s forehead. His expression remained unreadable and calm as he initiated the Soul Search Method.

At first, nothing seemed to happen.

However, a faint, rhythmic fluctuation of Qi soon emerged from Long Hui’s palm. It slowly spread across Wong Fu Siang’s forehead before seeping directly into his body. Long Hui closed his eyes slightly, carefully guiding his Qi toward Wong Fu Siang’s sea of consciousness.

The Soul Search Method was not something that could be performed carelessly. It demanded absolute, microscopic control over one’s Qi. If the practitioner allowed their Qi to waver or accidentally damaged the target’s soul in the wrong area, the consequences could be catastrophic. Even worse, if the target’s soul violently resisted the intrusion, the practitioner could suffer a powerful, crippling backlash.

That was precisely why even Great-Grandpa Dian, despite his decades of cultivation and extensive life experience, had never dared to perform the method on anyone.

Long Hui, on the other hand, did not seem to experience the slightest difficulty.

His Qi entered Wong Fu Siang’s sea of consciousness smoothly. Rather than forcefully crashing through every spiritual barrier, he carefully followed the natural flow of the man’s energy, locating the precise bridge between his consciousness and his memories.

Once he established the connection, Long Hui began methodically sifting through Wong Fu Siang’s mind.

Wong Fu Siang’s eyes bulged even further. He could feel a cold, terrifying power moving through his meridians, but the sensation was entirely different from a standard Qi attack. This energy was not merely flowing through his physical body. Tt was reaching somewhere infinitely deeper, somewhere he could not protect with raw physical strength.

A strange, crushing pressure suddenly materialised inside his head. It felt as though an invisible hand had reached directly into his brain and begun turning over every secret memory he possessed. Images flashed through his mind in rapid succession, some sharp and vivid, others blurred and fragmented.

Wong Fu Siang desperately tried to erect a mental defence to resist. Unfortunately, he could not even twitch his fingers, let alone gather enough Qi to defend his sea of consciousness. His mind was gradually overwhelmed by Long Hui’s dominant spiritual power, and the darkest memories buried deep within his soul began surfacing against his will.

A moment later, his world went pitch black.

The surrounding group watched Long Hui with impressed, fascinated gazes, especially Great-Grandpa Dian. Although he had lived far longer than Long Hui, he had never possessed the confidence to execute the Soul Search Method on a live target.

One single misstep, and the person performing the technique would be the one suffering severe mental backlash. It was no exaggeration to say that the technique was a double-edged sword. The practitioner had to maintain absolute, unwavering control over their Qi while navigating the messy labyrinth of another person’s mind.

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